Gabriella pushed herself to her feet and slid beside him in the love seat. Loud bells rang in her head, trying to prevent her from going further, but the heat inside of her wouldn't let her. She sat staring into her eyes. Her nostrils filled with his masculine scent. She breathed it in deeply, letting it fill her lungs. Fill her with need.
He made no move. He just watched her, eyes encouraging her. Some how she found the courage to raise her hand and touch his cheek. Soft, and oh so masculine. She continued to stroke his cheek a little longer.
He was so sexy….so incredibly attractive. Yet so easy to be with. At that moment, she wanted to herself in his beautiful, lust-filled eyes. He made her feel wanted and desirable. Feminine and sexy.
She eased forward, approaching those full, masculine lips. He eased forward just a little. Offering his mouth. Waiting.
He had to hold off the lustful desire to pull her into his arms and devour her lips. Loving should long and slow, but with her he wanted it now. Hard and fast. His dick stirred at the thought, pushing against its dark blue denim prison.
Troy took a deep breath and calmed his mind and of course his body. He would wait for her.
Her lips settled on his. Lightly, like a butterfly's touch. She smelled of roses and a trace of vanilla.
Her lips began to move on his…slowly, seductively. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled his face closer to hers, her tongue pushing against his lips, then slipping into his mouth.
His pulse increased. He hadn't even touched her body yet and his dick, in full, hard erection, ached for her.
She pulled back, their lips parting and stared at him with innocent wide eyes.
He cupped her cheeks with his palm and tilted her chin up as he stared into her dark brown eyes. His lips once again captured hers in a sweet kiss.
"You're a very sexy woman and I'm honored you have chosen me to explore this side of your sexuality." He kissed her palm. "Thank-you"
All she could do was stare at the amazing man in front of her.
Gabriella flicked open her top button, the next one. His gaze followed her fingers down to the very bottom of her shirt with great interest. When she reached her skirt waistband, she tugged her shirt free, then continued. She suddenly stopped when she reached the last button. She didn't know this man. How could she be doing this?
He shifted his gaze back to her face and it was beyond clear that the sexual desire wasn't going anywhere. She felt safe and warm when she looked into his eyes.
She drew open her shirt, revealing a black-lace bra. His gaze grew hotter and more intense. Good thing she wore her favorite lace bra and thong today.
She gasped his hand and drew it to her breast, anxious for his touch. His big, masculine hand cupping her soft flesh sent a chill running through her. Her nipples hardened and her sex clenched in anticipation, desire spreading through her like a wild fire.
She dropped her blouse on the floor behind her. A tremor ran through her as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. But he stilled her movements.
"Let me."
She nodded her head. He caressed her sides as his hands traveled around her to work the hooks. The bra loosened and he tugged it forward, freeing her breasts. The cool air caused her nipples to tighten even more.
He leaned forward and caressed his cheek against her breast and rubbed the other with his fingertips. She moaned as she clutched his head against her chest. He turned his head and captured one nipple in his hot, wet mouth.
"Oh, yes," she whispered.
She couldn't believe she was sitting here in a dim-lighted café getting her breasts sucked on by a complete stranger. She didn't even know his name but the way he was working her breasts made her body want with need. A need burned deep inside her, to feel his body pressed tight against her while his dick slid into her, then thrust over and over and over again.
Her hand slid down his shirt til she reached his belt buckle and fumbled with it. While she was doing that he took the other nipple into his mouth and sucked. The thought of his hot, hard shaft waiting for her excited her even more. She slid her fingers inside his pants and stroked him over the soft cotton briefs, feeling the solid length of his dick.
She wanted it inside her. She wanted to ride it hard, to feel it invading her deepest, tightest, private places.
And she would. One way or another.